owning a gun can save your life

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  • for the sake of fighting
  • permanently occupied with your past
  • rolling with momentum
  • life is lonely and so am i
  • raise boys and girls the same way
  • art will survive, artists won’t
  • will nature make a man off me yet?
  • there will be a note
  • our respect ran so dry
  • life has a hopeful undertone
  • our brains are sick but that’s okay
  • i want to do all the things your lungs do so well
  • i’m dying to live
  • make art, not friends
  • thanks for the tragedy, i needed it for my art
  • i’m literally emo but let’s call it pop punk
  • raised to be stupid but taught to be nothing at all
  • we will find a destination that may only be seen with a naked mind
  • i sing of a greater love, let me know when you’ve had enough
  • life isn’t about finding yourself, it’s about creating yourself
  • i am not afraid to walk this world alone
  • try going to war
  • a microscopic miracle
  • a mortal playing god
  • put on some war paint
  • joy bloody division that’s who
  • if it looks like i’m laughing, i’m really just asking to leave
  • i’m not like them i can’t pretend
  • i’m just the way the doctor made me
  • i can’t stand my own mind
  • a poet is a blind optimist
  • i accept lostness forever
  • when did you look at your skin and decided you were an impotent dirty old locomotive?
  • well, my gun fires seven shades of shit
  • i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness
  • i don’t do anything with my life except romanticize and decay with indecision
  • she tasted like imported sophistication and domestic cigarettes
  • love is a haunting melody that i have never mastered and fear i never will
  • great writers are indecent people, they live unfairly saving the best part for paper
  • well you can hide a lot about yourself, but honey what are you gonna do?
  • i was killing before killing was cool
  • another cog in a murder machine
  • we are all a bunch of animals that never paid attention in school
  • it was the roar of the crowd that gave me heartache to sing
  • these bright lights have always blinded me
  • ask no questions and you’ll get no lies
  • you’re always haunted by the idea that you’re wasting your life
  • i exist too much
  • but i come to love you, am i born to bleed?
  • i must admit i can’t explain any of these thoughts racing through my brain
  • who says we have cold hearts?
  • the most heroic word in all languages is revolution
  • born from some mother’s womb (just like any other room)
  • reach the dumb to fool the crowd
  • self induced manipulation
  • tv taught me how to feel now real life has no appeal
  • if all we are is just machines let’s become a miracle and break free from these chains
  • those who don’t know their history are doomed to repeat it
  • what would you rather be? the poet or the poem?
  • we are drowning in information but starved for knowledge
  • he made me understand why hurricanes are named after people
  • when you look death in the eye and death blinks first nothing seems impossible
  • he pretend he’s okay but you should see him late at night 
  • nothing kills a man faster than his own head

So.. Here’s just survival tips for all my friends out there. Listen to it, don’t, whatever. Just some friendly advice. It’s probably going to sound like it’s geared towards men, but it’s really towards all genders, imo.

  1. Keep a knife on you. A folding knife, a fixed blade knife, whatever’s your preference, but keep a knife on your person at all times, you never know when you might need it. Don’t be afraid to splurge on the knife either, it can be your best friend in a tough situation. If you can’t afford a good knife, that’s okay. Get a decent/cheap knife and carry it until you can afford a good knife.
  2. Always carry a set of tools in your car. Preferably a hammer, a set of screw drivers, a set of wrenches, etc. Something. Things you can work with. Learn to use them. Even if you can’t use them, you might be with someone who can, but please, learn to use them.
  3. Have a flashlight. Either on your person, or in your vehicle. Say what you want, but that can be some serious damn comfort in a dark situation. [Haha, see the fucking pun I made there? Whatever, bite me.] Also, it’s nice to see what you’re doing in the dark.
  4. Always carry a lighter, even if you don’t smoke. You can make friends that way, but it’s also nice to be able to build a fire in case you have to do it in a pinch.
  5. Learn self defense. This isn’t always about how to fight, but how to avoid a fight ot a bad situation in general. Learn how to de escalate a bad situation, or how to end one before it begins. Understand that fair fights are schoolyard bullshit, and that the only winner of a fight is one who survives it.
  6. Learn about guns. It’s okay if you don’t like guns, but you still need to know about them. Even if you never want to own or touch a gun, sometimes knowing how to use one can save your life or someone else’s life. Also, it helps if you ever witness a crime, you could describe what the suspect had to the authorities, or possibly what the fuck to hide behind if that asshole starts shooting. Mostly because you can get an idea of what it’s gonna penetrate, or how many shots they have.
  7. Learn a skill that people feel is antiquated. Canning, preserving. Fuck it, crocheting or tanning. Learn it. Learn how to work with metal, or how to make soap. Stuff like that can be hella fun, and you can even use it for side cash. Also, just in case the world goes to shit, you’ve now got a skill that’s suddenly really fucking useful. Imagine that.
  8. Take the time to meet your neighbors. Make friends with them, or at least build up a decent repertoire. Pay a visit to your local fire department or police department, do a police ride along. Hell, bring a cheap box of doughnuts to either place and you can make friends/leave a decent impression with either. Occasionally volunteer at a shelter if you’ve got the time. You’ll always feel better if you’re in a bad situation and you’re around someone you know.
  9. Be a decent person, but don’t take anyone’s shit. You’re not anyone’s bitch. Unless, well, you like that kind of stuff, and then hey. 
Unsteady (Lafayette x Reader)

Words: 1597
Warnings: blood mentions, bullet, physical harm
Request: Can I get a Modern!AU Lafayette x wifereader, where the reader is a doctor, and when Phillip and George dual, they {Alexander and Eliza} take him to the reader…
A/N: Sorry for the format! This is a scheduled fic, and I decided to leave something for you all while I’m gone. I hope the person who requested this enjoys it!

You were cleaning up your office, when you heard a loud bang on the door. You glanced at Lafayette, and he sighed, getting up from his spot on the couch. The both of you were on your way to the airport, and were leaving any second. Hopefully it was just the mail.

You heard a scream from the living room, and dropped the clothes from your fingers. You scrambled up, tripping over your rug. You saw Alexander and Eliza, holding their son, Philip, in their arms. Lafayette held up Philip’s legs, looking at you desperately. He was bleeding from his arm and left side. Your mind quickly shifted into doctor mode.

“What’s going on?” You asked, rushing over. They placed him on your couch, and you crouched down next to him. His eyes were fluttering, and he looked pale. You touched his neck for his pulse.

“Philip, he, he was shot by some kid. They were dueling and he was shot-“

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Hope you did (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

Requested by: Anon

Request: Could you do a Bellamy Blake onshot based off of #92, #26, #9, and #65 from the prompt list, where the reader became Octavia’s friend when she got sent down to Earth, but she soon starts to fall for Bellamy and doesn’t know how to tell him, so she asks for Octavia’s advice?



9. “I’m so in love with you.”

26. “You make me feel invincible.”

65.  “This is girl talk, so leave.”

92. “Oh my god! You are in love with him!”


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 Hope you did (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

You would never forget how you felt when you put your feets on Earth for the first time. You felt in home for the first time in your entire life. You felt amazed by the landscape. You felt full of joy. But nothing of this was compared by the way you felt on the first time you put your eyes on him. Bellamy Blake. The older brother of your best friend.

“Y/N! What are you doing here?” Octavia ask you while she come closer.

“Nothing.” You answer her. “I just can’t believe we actually did it.” She laugh.

“You can bet we did.” She say holding your hand and guiding you. “I want to show you something.”

“Girls! Where are you going?” You hear his voice coming closer of both of you and you freeze in your place.

“We will just look around, Bell.”

“It isn’t safe here, O.” Bellamy tryied to put convince his sister. “Y/N you agree with me, don’t you?”

“I-I…” You look from his face to your own feet, your cheeks starting to turn red, because you didn’t knew that he knows your name.

“Don’t bother us, Bellamy!” She yelled at him. “Go command your squad and leave us. Come on, Y/N.” She start walking again, but you can’t move, so she holds your arm and pull you to follow her.

“I say you’re not going anywhere!” He stops O. again. “Murphy, keep an eye in both of them. I have more to do.” And with this he walk back to the row of people that will take out their wristbands.

“Asshole!” Octavia just roll her eyes to you and you smile a little to her. “I guess we’ll have to wait.”


You are taking a break, sitting bellow a tree next to camp, a place where you could see the entrance off Bellamy’s tent. Just waiting to he and the blonde girl that followed him into his tent to go out. It hurt you everytime, but you always thought that if you be hurt enough you could forget this feeling, but it isn’t working.

You don’t saw when Octavia sits next to you until she call your name, making you jump in your place.

“Is everything ok, Y/N?” Octavia ask you and you look at her ndding a yes. “Why are you always sitting here? There is nothing interesting to see.”

“I actually not looking to nowhere, O.” Just when you finifh your sentence you see Bellamy getting out of his tent and you gasp.

“Looking to nowhere, right?” She try again. And you feel all of your blood going to your face.

“I-I… I’m sorry O., I just…” But you couldn’t find the right words.

Oh my god! You are in love with him!” She interrupt your frustrated attempts to find a good explanation.

“No, I’m not, O.!”

“Don’t lie to me, Y/N. You’re in love with my brother!”

“Maybe I…”

“Hey, girls! Wassup?” Bellamy’s voice catch you and your face burn. You could feel Octavia’s eyes on you.

“This is girl talk, so leave.” She says to her brother who let a laugh out.

“Are you talking about boys? I don’t think I want you with any of them, O.”

“Is not for me, is Y/N that have a crush in one…”

“O., please!” You say much louder that you could, what isn’t louder at all, but both of them could hear you. Your eyes runs to Bellamy who are looking at you without expression.

“I see. Well, I will…” He points to a place behind him. “You know.” And with this he walk to the other side of the camp and you just watch him.

“Ok, maybe I’m in love with him, can you help with that?” In a moment of courage you ask Octavia.


Bad idea. You shouldn’t never had tell her about your feelins. She is your best friend, but at the same time…

“Bellamy?” You ask for him outside his tent.

“Come on in, Y/N.” He says and you walk back, just to see his shirtlees figure looking at you. “Hey, I thought Octavia was coming…”

“She did, but Jasper ask for help so she send me in her place…” You explain. “So what kind of help Octavia promise to you?” You ask trying to look calm, everything you don’t.

“Actually, I would help since she asked me to teach her how to shot.”

“Oh, I-I see… Guess I should go back then…”

“No, you can stay. I mean, I can teach you if you like.”

“Really?” You ask with a smile and he nodded at you.

And you found out how bad shoting you are. God, Bellamy would never let you with a gun, even if it’s to save your own life.

“I’m sorry.” You say after failing another shot. “I think I just made you lost your time…”

“It’s ok, Y/N. You don’t need to be good in the first time you do it. We can keep practicing, ok?”

I’m so in love with you…” You whispered to yourself.

“What did you just say?” He ask coming closer to you. “Y/N?”

“I-I… It… I’m sorry I didn’t…” You get lost in your own words looking at your feet.

“Please don’t say you didn’t mean it, because I really hope you did.” He say to you making you face him with surprise. His hands cupling your cheeks. “Are you in love with me, Y/N?”

“Ye-Yes…” Your voice came out more like a whisper again, but it doesn’t matter since you feel his lips into yours starting a urge kiss.

“I wanted to do it for so long, but you know, you are O. best friend and so beautiful and kind and I’m not the right one for you, Y/N…” You didn’t say anything, you just face him with surprise don’t understanding what he is saying. “But God, you make me feel invencible right now with you in my arms.” He finish his sentence before leaning his lips into your again and kissing you with more passion.

A Broken Soul

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Title: A Broken Soul

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 1,010

Warnings: Death and Angst

A/N: It’s Satan Sunday!! This was requested by an Anon! I hope you enjoy this! <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I could always use more Lucifer requests! I love you all so much! <3 <3

Life was never simple for you.  You became a hunter at the age of sixteen.  Ever since then, you’ve been on your own.  You never cared about being on your own.  That is, until you met a fallen archangel; Lucifer.  It was love at first sight for the both of you.  

Since Lucifer was let out of his cage, there were more demons and angels coming after you.  You were seen as his weakness.  Lucifer did his best to assist you.  He didn’t want to attract any more attention to you.  The fallen archangel couldn’t put you in anymore danger.  He loved you too much.  Lucifer couldn’t always be there to protect you.

When Lucifer teleported himself to your safe house, he stood outside for a few minutes.  He didn’t want to do this, but he had no choice.  You were his top priority.  He loved you more than anything.  Lucifer opened your door slowly, poking his head through the doorway.  “[Y/N],” Lucifer called out.  “It’s me, Lucifer.”  He entered your safe house, shutting the door behind him.

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I’ve got you

Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Character: Leo
Relationship: Leo/reader
Request : I’ve spent a majority of the past 24 hours reading all your TMNT readerfics. If you still do requests, I have a very angst filled one. Can you do a Leo x Reader Fanfic where he discovers the reader about to take his/her own life (I’ve gone through some things recently and it would mean a lot to have my childhood hero/crush save me..)Keep up the amazing work. I can’t wait to read more as I have a habit of checking back frequently.

Tears ran down your cheeks as you stared down at the gun that was sitting on the floor in front of you.
Despite it being nighttime and the room being in the dark, you could see the gun and where the light of the moon bounced off of it. It seemed to torment you. Teasing you and at the same time, terrifying you.
Quick. Virtually painless.
It would be over so quickly. All you had to do was pick it up and hold it to your temple. God knows you’ve done it before. But that wasn’t with a real gun. It was with your fingers when you would joke about and pretend to shoot yourself in the head. This gesture would normally be during one of Donnies rants and would make Leo chuckle.
The name alone was enough to make you question your decision.
He was the only real thing you held on to. You had been feeling numb to everything in the normal world but the second he walked in the room, you felt different.
Like you were important. And that’s how he made you feel. His presents demanded respect and yet he would drop to one knee in front of you and kiss you hand if the chance was given. He would cancel everything for you. He would drop everything if you needed him, even for the stupidest reason. And while you thought of the turtles as family, he was different.
letting out a frustrated groan, you pulled at your hair.
“Just reach out and pick up the gun!” You growled to yourself, tears now stinging as the cascaded down your cheek and dripping off your jaw.
You squeezed your eyes shut, letting out harsh breaths.
Pure, black darkness. That was what you wanted.
But out off that blissful darkness, you saw Leo. He was smiling at you. That look in his eyes whenever he saw you. He looked at you like you were a goddess. And suddenly, that eternal darkness seemed very lonely.
Opening your eyes, you looked at the gun.
It was an inanimate object, but you felt it taunting you. Daring you.
“he’d be better off without you” a nameless voice whispered in the back of your mind. “They all would. No one will care if you’re gone or not. In fact, they would be relived. Who would want to deal with a pitiful and worthless creature like you?”
Lunging forward, you grabbed the gun and shoved the barrel in your mouth, your finger hesitating on the trigger. You were sitting on your knees, your back straight and your chin high.
“Go on, do it.” The voice whispered.
You closed your mouth around the metal, feeling the coldness as you ran your tongue over it.
Tilting it slightly, you aimed to make the bullet go diagonally through your skull. You had heard of people surviving a shot to both the back of the throat and through the front of the brain. So you were being careful.
The thought made you laugh. How can you carefully hold a gun in your mouth? Especially with the reason you had for doing so.
The voice whispered again, edging you on.
Closing your eyes, you felt the tears still flowing freely. A part of you wondered about the afterlife, if there was one. What it would be like? Or if you were just thrown in the ground and left to rot. You wondered if anyone would come to your funeral.
The turtles and Splinter wouldn’t be able to. You could almost imagine the heartbreak on Leos face. His eyes glistening with fresh tears, his jaw shaking to keep the sobs in, his eyebrows knitted together.
“Please.” Leos voice make you jump, a part of you thinking you had imagined it. But when your eyes flew open, you saw he was here. He was kneeling in front of you, the same expression on his face as you had imagined. But his eyes werent filled with hurt and loss, they were filled with fear and desperation.
Your eyes widened upon seeing him.
He was never meant to see any of this. Although a small part of you thought he would be the one to find your body.
“Please, don’t.” Leo whispered, his voice breaking as he held his shaking hands up to you.
But you couldn’t move.
You were frozen in that position. The tears you were crying were no longer individual tears but just felt like 2 streams coming from your eyes. You managed to chock back a sob. But you couldn’t bring yourself to tear your eyes away from his. They were pleading with you, begging you to stop.
with every second you looked into those eyes, you heard the nameless voice beginning to fade away. And as it faded, you regained control of your body.
Slowly, you opened your mouth and pulled the gun out till the only thing connecting the two was a small trail of saliva which broke. You saw how hard your hands were shaking as you held the gun to the side and dropped it.
As it clattered, Leo moved fast.
He grabbed the gun and threw it to the other side of the room before wrapping his arms around you. You fell limp in his arms as he hugged you tightly, breaking down and weeping on your shoulder. You wrapped your arms around his neck and could feel the sobs wrenching through his whole body.
But as the shock left your body, it was replaced with regret.
Not regret for not pulling the trigger. Regret for thinking about it.
“Im sorry.” You whispered, before you broke down.
you let the sobs escape your lips as your body trembled. Leo pulled you closer to his body as he shook his head.
“don’t, don’t. Its not your fault.” He whispered back to you, holding you closer. As he spoke, that nameless voice mumbled ‘it is’. And you instantly began to pull away from him.
“I’ll just hurt you. Please let go.” You begged, struggling against his grip but failing.
“Im sorry.” Leo whispered, making you fall limp again. Why was he sorry? He hadnt done anything. In fact he had just saved your life.
Leo must have felt you questioning him and he pulled back to look you in the eyes.
“Im sorry I didn’t realize how bad it was. How much pain you are in.” He reached out and pushed away some stray hairs before running his hand over your cheek. You instantly leaned into the warm. “I’ll away be here. No matter what. There is nothing that hurts me more than you being hurt. I’ll try help you. I can try and help you get through this. I wont leave or abandon you. I cant. I care about you too much.” As leo spoke, you could have collapsed if his arms hadnt been holding you.
He said everything you needed to hear and more.
You threw yourself at him, your arms wrapping back around his neck and your face burying into his neck. Your sobs were mixed with ‘thank you’s.
“I got you.” He whispered in a soothing voice as he rocked you gently. “I got you.”

Leave Me - Crowley x Reader

So I did the thing again…you know the thing where I don’t post for awhile because of school work? Yeah, that thing…

Anyway, I grouped up some requests again because they were very similar to each other, so here you go. Hope y’all enjoy. ;)

Word Count: 938

Warnings: Umm…swearing and the reader gets hurt.


@maleficientmacleod (it won’t let me tag you for some reason…)

89. “I’m not leaving you!” and 90. “I can’t do this anymore.”


52. “Can I kiss you?” and 85. “I will never apologize for saving your life, even if it costs me my own.”

and last but not least anonymous who requested:

69. “Why the hell are you bleeding!?”

“Agh, fuck,” you cursed, hand reaching down to cover the wound on your stomach. You were losing blood quickly and needed a way to stop the blood flow.

You were currently sat on the floor, slumped against a wall in a supply closet, hiding from the rogue demons roaming the building. Your breaths came out ragged and heavy as you pointed your gun at the door with your free hand. There wasn’t much time before they would find you, so you might as well go down swinging.

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signs as michael scott quotes
  • Aries: "I'm not superstitious, but I am a little stitious."
  • Taurus: "I feel like all my kids grew up and then they married each other! It's every parent's dream!"
  • Gemini: "I'll start a sentence, and I don't even know where it's going. I just hope I find it along the way. Like an improv conversation - an improversation."
  • Cancer: "Presents are the best way to show someone how much you care. It is like this tangible thing that you can point to and say, 'Hey man, I love you this-many-dollars'-worth.'"
  • Leo: "I know what it's like to have your butt kissed. Literally."
  • Virgo: "These are our demands. Our balls are in your court."
  • Libra: "Well, well, well. How the turntables."
  • Scorpio: "If I had a gun, with two bullets, and I was in a room with Hitler, Bin Laden, and Toby, I would shoot Toby twice."
  • Sagittarius: "You have to play to win, but.... you also have to win to play."
  • Capricorn: "I am Beyoncé always."
  • Aquarius: "I saved a life. My own. Am I a hero? I can't really say. But yes."
  • Pisces: "Dwight, you ignorant slut."

I’ll never be over this.The first scene- the look on his face and way he keeps moving his fingers around… He can do this. One more little push, fix your grip Stiles come on, you can do this. To save them you can do this, don’t be so selfish, don’t be such a coward. Push in the blade.

But then he doesn’t, he figures it out. He beats the Nogitsune at his own game. He saves his friends (most of them but damn if Allison and that stupid asshole Aiden weren’t going to haunt him for the rest of his life), and he bought himself more time. More time to live, to do better, to find penance.

And when he has the gun at his head you can see it on his face- his mouth trembles, but his eyes stay firm. He is braced, he is ready. This is it, this is his penance. Before, he couldn’t do it, but now? Now with this gun between his eyes Stiles knows that this is what his extra time bought him, the moment to die in the right way, to help however he can. It will be ugly, and brutal, but doesn’t he deserve it? If he dies now then he can’t ruin more lives, can’t break more people.

The trembling mouth? I don’t see fear. I see anticipation. Stiles doesn’t know fear for himself anymore, only fear for his friends. He deserves no fear- because what can be scarier than his own mind?

He is ready. He can do this. He can do this.

Chara (the first fallen human) is a textbook case of a psychopath.
(note: this is not a slur, it is the criminology and psychology label for a person with a mental illness / criminal acts that match certain criteria, and Chara matches all but the sexual ones, for obvious reasons as they are a child).

People just don’t understand how horrible their actions really are or the reason they act this way. They have a mental illness, they are a perfect example of all they things they look for when diagnosing psychopaths as a subgroup of Antisocial Personality Disorders. They commit suicide in their plan to destroy humanity, they planned to not only force Asgore, Toriel, and Asriel watch them, their adopted child, die, but also take their biological son away from them to turn themselves into a god. People just haven’t looked at the text in the game and put the pieces together.

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'Hidden Secrets' Series - Part 11: Secrets from the Past

[Parts 1-10]

Liamand Y/N were sitting across from each other in a booth behind the big window at the front of the shop. The shop was a cute retro 80s themed place. The floor was checkered in black and white tiles. Red booths with a small white stripe ran against three of the walls. Towards the fourth wall was a counter top with red round stools steeled into the black and white checkered floor. Towards the back corner, the jukebox was playing Pat Benatar’s “Love is A Battlefield.” Hanging on the walls were framed pictures of 80s icons, such as Michael Jackson, Madonna, Clint Eastwood, Harrison Ford, Chicago, Queen, Tina Turner, and many more.

In the shop, couples on a dates and families were sitting throughout the ice cream shop enjoying each other’s company while eating the best homemade ice cream in town. Liam had already finished his three scoops of cookies and cream in a waffle bowl, as Y/N bit the last of her cone that had two scoops of rocky road.

Liam placed his elbows on the table, fisted his hands together, and rest his chin on his knuckles. “Well, you know everything about me. You know about my parents, my IED,” he then lowered his voice, “and the inner animal in me.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at his words. “You know if someone had heard that, they might have thought of something else in the wrong way.” She noticed the confused look on Liam’s face and could tell he didn’t understand what she was trying to say. She cleared her throat and whispered, “Lady in the streets but a freak in the sheets.” 

Liam immediately blushed and buried his face in his hands. “That’s not what I meant,” he mumbled in his hands.

Y/N giggled and grabbed his hands into hers. She smiled, “I know you didn’t, but I couldn’t help myself. That was too easy. But I know what you meant.”

“What I was trying to say was, I don’t know anything about you and your family. I mean I know about the business and your brothers, but what about your parents? Any other family members?”

Y/N stayed quiet. She had never told anyone about her family. She’s never stayed in one place long enough for someone to ask her about them. She never had someone who stuck around long enough to ask her. Truthfully, she was glad she never did tell anyone because her family isn’t like other families. Her family history is dark, horrible, and tragic. Liam only knew about her brothers because Argent had mentioned them to the pack before. She loved Liam. He’s her best friend, her soul mate, and her partner. She knew she would have to break down the walls that she’d built at some point and let someone in. That time has come, and she was glad it was someone like Liam. 

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tbh i just gathered lines from a mix of southern ( or southern-sounding ) songs i’ve had on repeat too long. enjoy. change pronouns or anything you want.

  • ❛  You know that I could never let you down.  ❜
  • ❛  What you want, you ain’t got. What you got is all that you need.  ❜
  • ❛  Am I the one you were sent to save?  ❜
  • ❛  I was drunk.  ❜
  • ❛  It’s about time I settle on down.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m not saying this is the end.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ll live my life my own damn way.  ❜
  • ❛  Why did love put a gun in my hand?  ❜
  • ❛  If you ain’t got money, we can’t save your soul. ❜
  • ❛  And all God’s people said, ‘amen.’  ❜
  • ❛  Nobody prays unless they lose a son.  ❜
  • ❛  Maybe too much paradise.  ❜
  • ❛  Something came calling, and I knew this time I’d have to go.  ❜
  • ❛  If I can’t feel it in my chest, I’m in the wrong damn place.  ❜
  • ❛  I can sleep when I’m dead.  ❜
  • ❛  There’s a man down below that needs my sympathy.  ❜
  • ❛  Since I was thirteen years old, I’ve had my fist to the sky.  ❜
  • ❛  If there’s a God, baby, she won’t mind.  ❜
  • ❛  You better come for what’s yours before I take it as mine.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m looking for a one-on-one-on-one relationship.  ❜
  • ❛  Don’t hold back. ❜
  • ❛  She’s so fine, and she don’t mind at all.  ❜
  • ❛  Each step you take is another I crawl.  ❜
  • ❛  Come on and just lie to me.  ❜
  • ❛  Time won’t save our souls. ❜
  • ❛  Nobody prays unless they lose a son.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m still drunk. I’m still crazy. I’m still blue.  ❜
  • ❛  You know nothing ain’t right.  ❜
  • ❛  We’ll come get you when it’s safe for us to move.  ❜
  • ❛  I made brothers of a different kind instead.  ❜
  • ❛  At the time, I didn’t know just how hard the wind could blow towards disaster.  ❜
  • ❛  I will not let my future go on without the help of my soul.  ❜
  • ❛  I may have no Jesus. I may have no soul.  ❜
  • ❛  The first thing you see is the last thing you should.  ❜
  • ❛  For the reasons you hold, give reasons to die.  ❜
  • ❛  Nobody prays unless they lose a son.  ❜
  • ❛  The devil gave me a crooked start when he gave me crooked feet.  ❜
  • ❛  That voice will haunt my every dream until the day I die.  ❜
  • ❛  Mama didn’t raise no slave. ❜
  • ❛  Nothing better to do on a Tuesday night but give me hell.  ❜
  • ❛  Don’t see much of you around here anymore. I guess it’s just as well. ❜
  • ❛  You’re always seventeen in your hometown.  ❜
  • ❛  You keep on running, boy, you’ll run yourself in the ground.  ❜
  • ❛  She probably won’t even remember my name, just like she didn’t back then.  ❜
  • ❛  Nobody prays unless they lose a son.  ❜
  • ❛  Ain’t got much, and I don’t care.  ❜
  • ❛  The whole damn world is gonna know I’ve been here.  ❜
  • ❛  Everyone is king when there’s no one left to pawn.  ❜
  • ❛  Let your demons run.  ❜
  • ❛  To live the way you please doesn’t sound like possession.  ❜
  • ❛  You didn’t like me then. You probably won’t like me now. ❜
  • ❛  Jesus hates your high school dances.  ❜
  • ❛  When you get damned in the popular opinion, it’s just another damn of the damns you’re not giving.  ❜
  • ❛  If you wanna see a miracle, watch me get down.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m trying to believe you’re mine.  ❜
  • ❛  Don’t fear what you can’t see.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ll hold on to you. You hold on to me.  ❜
  • ❛  Hey brother, won’t you buy me a drink, ‘cause my throat is dry.  ❜
  • ❛  Maybe I miss your kiss just a little bit.  ❜
  • ❛  Don’t let the ever-rolling motion go and get you down.  ❜
  • ❛  Just have the strength to know you’re wrong, and when you’re right, the strength to stand your ground.  ❜
  • ❛  Could you try to keep it down? I was up kinda late last night.  ❜
  • ❛  I just rolled in an hour ago.  ❜
  • ❛  Bad news travels faster than any good news that you hear.  ❜
  • ❛  Makes you wonder why we’re here.  ❜

I needed to say this for a while so here goes:

It’s not Bruce/Natasha in general I mind, it’s not even the idea of Natasha being with anyone in general that irks me (because women can be in love and still be strong)  it’s how and when they did it. It’s that they used Natasha as a plot device again. It’s that they use one of their strongest female characters, one whose back story, and morals, and hopes for redeeming herself are so fucking rich you could fill four movies at marvels lengths at least with it. It’s that they didn’t even try to explore her story beyond “I did terrible things and therefore can only become a good person by being seen and loved and deemed worthy by men” It’s the fact that they refuse to see her as anything else but the girl sidekick who kicks some serious ass. Because, yes, she does, and yes she can be the sidekick to Cap or Tony for all I care because they are one badass team, but please let her be the hero on her own time. Let us see her story. Let us see the woman she is now and the woman she was, the assassin growing into a person whose thoughts go beyond what do I need to survive and veer into what do I want, what do I expect from my own life. Show us that she is a person. Show us that she is fucking worth it. She us the warrior she is. Show us the undoubtedly sweet person she can be, the one that wants you to trust her, to believe in her not just because she looks good, or because she knows how to handle a gun, but because she’s got your back.

Show us the woman that Clint found worthy of saving, that Natasha herself found worthy of saving. Show us the strength she found to start a new life, to turn away from all the horrible things they made her do. Show us how she adapts to being a SHIELD agent. Show us how it must have taken long to gain respect from the people she worked with because of what she had done. Show us how she deals with having been used as a weapon. 

Show us how after SHIELD fell she lost everything she knew to be good and virtuous but went on going, because she knows now, that she has a support system. Show us that she has people standing behind her, like she is standing in their corner. Show us that she has a life. One that is damn well worth of being shown on the big movie screen. Show us her worth, her colors, her strengths, her weaknesses, her multitudes. Show us that she is human. Show us that her life is full of stories being worth told from her perspective. Show us that she is the main character in her own story, not Cap, not Tony, not Bruce, not anyone, but her. 

And after that, yes, why not give her a relationship. One that contains layers, and love, and affection. For the love of it, yes go ahead and pair her with Bruce I’m sure that in a different scenario they’d actually be an amazing couple because it would show that not only has she grown belief in herself enough to form a relationship, to trust someone with her heart, her vulnerability, but it would also show that he starts to trust himself again, starts to learn that even when dangerous you can’t possibly go through life alone. 

Show me all of it but show us that she has a story to tell herself first. 

I may lose followers for this because it’s very controversial but I don’t care at this point. The man who committed the mass shooting in Orlando last night had a history of beating his wife up before they divorced so domestic violence, he was clearly unstable bc of that , and he had previously been investigated by the FBI for suspected terrorist connections yet he was still able to easily access a military rifle that was used to murder and injure many people. This was a statement against the LGBT community (it happened in a gay bar) and against humanity in general. How many times does it take before we realize that something needs to be done about it? Hmm lets see. If my sources are correct, It was the same gun used in Sandy Hook and the same gun used at the theatre in Aurora. Three strikes you’re out I say. Even guns that police use are designed so that once the bullet makes contact it stops so it only impacts one person. The guns used in these attacks were designed to kill as many people as possible, as fast as possible. They don’t stop on impact; they go through and potentially hit someone else. There is no reason that an unstable man with a history of violence should be able to own a weapon like that. How many people need to die before we figure out that gun control isn’t “taking away your rights”. It’s saving lives. This same weekend a singer I have been inspired by since middle school was fatally shot in front of her fans at a concert by someone who had been stalking her. Gun control isn’t about taking away your “rights as an american”. Personally I value the right to life above letting anyone own a weapon that can easily kill Peopele who wants one.

anonymous asked:

how do you practice anatomy?

Ideally drawing from life is the way to go. But that’s not always an option, so I draw from reference! Lots and lots of drawing from reference! Deviantart is a great place to find stock images that awesome people make for artists like us! Here is a good place to start, you can narrow it down by category as well! Remember if you heavily use a reference and decide to post it, check to see if the photographer has any terms for sharing - usually they’re alright with you using it as long as you link back to them (source) and not use it for any sort of commercial purpose. Try not to trace, but pay attention to the structure - you’ve got skin stretched over muscle built on a skeletal structure. Stick figures are important! They help you figure out weight and proportion and joints. 

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